I grabbed my dark denim jacket that was carelessly lain on the couch and ran off my house like I caught my pants on fire right after your call ended, trying to reach the place you told me over the phone as soon as possible. Enthusiasm rushed through my veins as it was rare for us to have proper dates during our relationship of four months. As I recalled, the total of them didn't even exceed the number of my fingers. Besides, it was actually you, to my surprise, who initiated this late night date.

It was a surprise because most of the time, when I called you out for a date, you were either too busy studying and handling homeworks or you just didn't feel like going out, so I had to swallow down my disappointment and understand, because I knew you were one of the straight A-s students in our school and I had known the consequences ever since I asked you to be my boyfriend. I, as your boyfriend especially, wouldn't want to ruin your scores and studies just because I couldn't control my ego.

Two minutes later I had arrived at the park, thanks to my long legs and the not-too-far-away distance from my house.

A smile crept its way into my lips as I saw you sitting quietly on a rusty bench at the park, back facing me. It was bright enough with the flickering street lamps and the full moon shining with all its glory to know that it was you.

I couldn't have mistaken that soft brown locks for anyone else's anywhere in the world. It also helped that you were wearing the green leather jacket, which I lent you at after our night-out in the 24 hours ice cream parlour a couple of weeks ago. I remembered you rejecting my request of walking you home with a "No thanks, this guy can take care of himself. You shouldn't worry about me," then the corner of your lips pulled upwards. 

All it took for me to not follow you outside was a small tentative goodnight kiss on my lips, our first kiss, which involved no tongue, nothing fancy, just your lips touching mine for a brief second, but managed to leave me floating on cloud nine. I was in a daze when I watched you walking out of the door with a hint of red on your cheeks, was in a daze when I traced my steps back home, and I was still in a daze for far too long until my conscious mind was dragged into a sleep with dreams of you and only you.

I didn't know whether you were focusing on the vast area of colourful daffodils, peonies, and other pretty-looking branchy things I couldn't identify, or on the shaky reflection of the full moon in the pond, but it surely took so much of your attention since you still wasn't aware of my presence even when I had stood beside you, though I was sure the loud crunchy sounds of the grass I had been stepping on must've gave myself away.

I had to nudge your shoulder to make you jolt out of your stupor and when you turned to face me, I felt like my breath was knocked out of me; even the mad dash I just did just a moment ago couldn't compare to this feeling of rapid heartbeats and breath hitching on my throat.

Your skin was gleaming from the moonlight, your dark brown orbs so endless and enticing that I knew I could stare into those for the rest of my life. Your equally brown strands of hair that flew together with the breeze, your moist lips; It was safe to say that you were much more beautiful than the rest of our vicinity.

"Hey," I broke the silence first.

"Hey, Chanyeol," A smile graced your lips.  "Sit here," You patted the space next to you and I complied, joining you to enjoy the view and the soft noises of crickets amidst the reticence of the night.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You murmured, barely above a whisper. It was as if you said it any louder, you could destroy the calm and the beauty.

I only responded with an affirmative hum, lowing my usually booming volume of voice.

We were only focusing on our surroundings after that, the ripples of water in the pond, the grey clouds shifting ever so often, and the sound of evergreen leaves rubbing against each other. There was no one else around, and I wondered if it was a coincidence to have all of our dates similarly like this; just the two of us surrounded by the eerie wind of the night, or maybe some warmth from the heater in the late night eateries.

"Yeollie," Your voice caught me off guard, "May I hold your hand?"

I wasn't sure if I had to answer or not since you immediately intertwined your hand with mine after you asked, it wasn't like I was complaining or anything, but then I thought a squeeze back to your hand would suffice.

The softness of your skin sent tingles down my spine, like it always did. Those were the kind of tingles I would love to experience over and over again and I reminded myself to hold your hand more often because it felt just right; like the correct puzzle pieces being clicked together.

You kept looking forward, not once turning your glance towards me, but I was happy enough to see your perfect profile like this. I was absentmindedly scrutinizing you, the little freckles on your nose, the curves of your ear, and oh, there was actually a small mole on your earlobe. Then my gaze shifted to your eyes..... your eyes, they were blank. They didn't show any focus whatsoever and I felt washed over with concern.

"What's wrong?" I swept your bangs aside of your eyes to see them more clearly, and the focus I was looking for found its way back into your orbs.

"Nothing's wrong." A soft sigh followed your answer. When you finally turned again to face me to flash me a grin, I noticed the faint black circles under your eyes.

"Are you feeling tired? We can do this again tomorrow, or sometime later. I don't want you to get sick," I wrapped my arms around you and tucked your head under my chin, feeling how frail you were in my arms. "Baekhyun, let's just go home, okay?" I suddenly felt like something was amiss, something that I couldn't put my finger on.

"I don't want to go home," I felt the strands of your hair brushing against my chin as you shook your head stubbornly, "Yes, I'm tired. But seeing you makes the fatigue disappear."

My cheeks were heating up, and it's fortunate that you couldn't see me blushing right now. "Well, I'm glad I can help."

The vibration of your chuckle hit me, making me chuckle along with you.

"Do you want to go to the ice cream shoppe or something?" I tightened my arms around you, feeling your chest moving as you breathe.

"No, no. I want to watch the moon with you," You flung your thin arms around my waist as you chuckled again and buried your face on my chest, probably from noticing how cheesy you sounded, but I loved it anyway.

An idea struck into my head and I grinned idiotically as I voiced it out, "Come to think of it, isn't it going to be more romantic if we watch sunset together here?"

I felt you tensing up a little in my embrace, and I mentally questioned the cause. "It's too ordinary, don't you think so?" You mumbled into my jacket and I shrugged, "Yeah, maybe you're right. But hey, watching the moon is also too common!" I whined, not going to let my argument got defeated so fast.

"Watching sunset with other people doesn't do well for me, Yeol." You said. I was going to ask why but you continued shortly, "I love it this way. Just you, me, and no one else to corrupt the serenity."

I processed your reason in my brain and yeah, you were right. So I didn't ask further.

It was all silent again, and the heavy feeling came back. I tried to ignore it, because perhaps it was just my heart being overloaded by too much happiness at the moment.

"May I kiss you?" You suddenly wriggled to get my arms off your body and craned your neck upwards, staring at me with those eyes; and how could I say no to those eyes?

I didn't answer, merely landing my lips on yours and everything else after that went by itself. The heavy feeling was suddenly gone, and I felt so light-headed, much more light-headed than I was on our first kiss. Then my eyes involuntarily fluttered close.

From then on, I could only feel.

I couldn't comprehend where did I get the urge to move my lips against your juicy ones, and when did my tongue start scraping your bottom lip and soon tangling with yours. Our lips moved against each other so gently, but I needed to get more. I deepened the kiss and a quiet moan escaped your throat. I lightly caress your cheek with my thumb, and I could feel the velvety skin I was touching too well. It was like the sensitivity of my senses was heightened tenfold.

You tasted so sweet, the scent of your skin so alluring, everything about you was addictive, and I couldn't get enough.

After what seemed like an eternity, we-- you detached your lips from mine. We were both panting, lungs burning, face flushed red; it was ridiculous how I didn't realize I was running out of oxygen before. I could actually die kissing you.

This fluttering feeling on my stomach didn't stop even after we had done kissing, and looking at you now (all red, slightly gasping for breath) only brought it to a whole new level of severity. My stomach even started doing somersaults.

"That feels.. wonderful," I stated after I caught my breath back. My smile was stretched so wide over my face that it was starting to hurt, but I couldn't stop smiling. You nodded in agreement and smiled along with me, your eyes did too; with the crinkles and twinkles and all.

But why did I feel like it was a sad one?

I tried to ignore this negative thoughts nagging on the back of my mind. Everything was so perfect and I didn't want to ruin it. "I don't mind if we do it again," I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively as I remarked, and you laughed, swatting my arm playfully. "You wish."

We spent the rest of the night facing each other, having small talks about our day as I hold your hand and traced random shapes with my thumb on the back of your palm.

"Why can't we do this at school again?" I grumbled under my breath at some point in the middle of our conversation, and you chuckled as you answered with flourish, "Because I don't want to lose focus on the lectures. You know how easy it is for me to lose concentration because of you, Yeollie." You wrapped your arms around my waist and pressed your face into the fabric of my jacket again, embarrassed by yet another mushy answer.

But I wouldn't know if you were merely keeping your eyes hidden from me.

I shook my head slightly, because of the sudden invasion of negative thoughts into my brain. It was supposed to be perfect. Oh my god, what was it with me and these notions trying to ruin our perfect night?

Don't let these thoughts eat up your sanity, I reprimanded myself.

"Okay, okay. I get it." A deep rumble of laughter escaped my lips and I hoped it didn't sound as disappointed and bitter as it sounded to my own ears. You didn't say anything, so I kept quiet, only twirling your brown locks in between my fingers as time passed.

"Baekhyun-ah, it's getting late. We have school tomorrow." I told you after checking the metal watch on my right wrist. 11.23.

"So soon?" I could feel you the back of my jacket hardly; too hard even.

"It's okay. We can meet again tomorrow and the day after and the day after," I unclasped your wrist from my back and framed your face, bringing your gaze up to meet mine. Your eyes looked lost, fleeting occasionally from my right eye to my left.

"Can we stay a bit longer?"

"No, we can't." I forced myself to laugh because the air seemed to turn awfully thick and a lump formed on my throat for reasons that even I didn't know.

"Chanyeol-ah,"

"Hm?"

"Can I keep this jacket? I thought of giving this back to you today.. But now I think I want to keep this. It's warmer than anything I've ever worn." You looked down and curled your fingers around the leather material. I couldn't help but wonder because the jacket actually looked too big to fit on you.

"That's okay. I still have other things to warm myself up at home."

"Goodnight kiss?"

I plastered a small smile and kissed your nose briefly. It crinkled and I had to laugh because the sight was too cute for me.

"Again?"

Two kisses on the nose. And it crinkled again. And I laughed again.

"Again?"

"Gosh, you sure are feeling touchy today." But I did it again nevertheless.

"It just feels good," you murmured as I placed two soft kisses on your nose, and a sloppy one on your forehead.

"There, happy?"

"One more, here." You tapped your lips as your doe eyes looked up at me, looking all hopeful, somewhat misty. I guessed it was just you feeling like you were going to miss me so much, just like how I felt about you many times before.

That last kiss of the night was light and slow, and it still left me breathless once again when our lips were apart.

"Goodnight. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." I ruffled your hair as you chuckled at my childish message. I frowned and glared at you, because the atmosphere was supposed to be romantic. You ignored it though, only replying with one short sentence, "Goodnight Yeollie."

You parted your lips again, perhaps to say something and I kept silent, urging for you to proceed with anything you intended to let out. But you shut them again not long after with a smile.

I was a fool because eventhough I knew the smile didn't quite reach your eyes, I didn't ask.

With that, we went separate ways through the deserted roads to go back home. The burdened feeling resting in my stomach still wouldn't budge no matter how hard did I try to shrug it off.

And I was too busy with the odds of myself to see the words forming on your lips when you gave a last glance backwards, eyes b with tears.

"Goodbye, Yeollie."